Zay is held captive by the VP, Riggs, of the motorcycle club Snakes because her ex-boyfriend, Adam Lovett, owes them money. Little does she know, she's more connected to the club than she thinks. Will she escape? Will she end up six feet under? Unve...
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Dumbass.
As soon as Riggs gets up from his seat, I lunge for the phone and dart outside.
I can hear him growl and yell out for me.
But I don't give a shit. I'm getting the fuck out of here.
I'm trying to call Adam as I'm running, but my fingers are jumping everywhere and I keep messing up the number.
After my third try, I succeed.
Riggs is on my ass, though.
I'm three rings in before he grabs me and we plummet to the ground.
We're scrambling.
Rolling in the dead leaves.
Leaping at the phone.
But the line goes dead as soon as I get hold of it.
He's on top of me, hand around my wrist, and banging it on the ground for me let go. He's going to break my wrist if I don't comply.
I whimper and open my hand, phone flying away.
His massive body is pressed down on me, towering over me, and crushing me. "I told you not to fucking do that!"
I huff, struggling under him. "What does it matter anyway? Admit it, I'm a dead woman with or without the money. So who fucking gives a shit what I do? I just want one fucking phone call."
He grabs onto my face and bangs my head on the ground. "If you fuck-up or run off, I'm the one who gets the shit end of the stick, and I ain't here for that. So, follow the fucking rules for once."
I grit my teeth, spittle forming. "Fuck you."
An ensuing smirk spreads to his lips. That smug look I despise. "I already did."
Asshole.
I struggle to get loose again when leaves crunch nearby, and gentle conversing comes our way.
Riggs looks up and immediately panics. It's written all over his face.
Redness forms in his cheeks.
His eyes widen.
He rolls his throat.
I can use this as my escape. I can call out to these people and beg them to help me.
But they could be more bikers, dead set on making their president proud.
They could kill me, for all I know.
I reach down and undo his pants, opening my legs around him.
He lets go of my face and takes my wrist again. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I hike up my dress and adjust myself under him, making it look like we're messing around. "Neighbors think you're here with your lady, right? So play along."
